"Phew..." Bernard breathed a sigh of relief as he witnessed the enemy ship, so close at hand, being smashed into an explosive firework by a cannonball.
He finally clenched victory in his grasp, ending months of shame for the navy's participation in the war without firing a single shot with an almost one-sided great victory.
It was only at this time that he discovered his palms were drenched with sweat, even the hat's lining had been soaked through by the sweat on his head.
With slightly slow movements, he raised his hand to take off his hat, then turned to his adjutant, "We have won."
"Yes, commander! I think, we have achieved a complete victory." The adjutant said with a smile, addressing Bernard, "We've done it, we've annihilated the enemy's four main warships!"
"General! The cruiser fleet is reporting; the enemy cruisers and destroyers are fleeing in all directions. Shall we continue the pursuit?" The communications officer came forward, handing him a telegram.
